Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Indonesia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Popol Vuh to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
cv313,
Lucky Dragons,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker,
Simply Red,
The Pretty Things,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Infiniti,
Bronski Beat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Q and Not U,
U.S. Maple,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crime,
Wire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Janne Schatter,
Section 25,
Aswad,
Rod Modell,
The Barracudas,
Marine Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Sparks,
Morten Harket,
E-Dancer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Icehouse,
Ultra Naté,
The Vogues,
Adolescents,
a-ha,
Talk Talk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slits,
Connie Case,
Swell Maps,
Soul II Soul,
Spandau Ballet,
the Swans,
The Black Dice,
Grauzone,
Zapp,
Peter & Gordon,
Drexciya,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minor Threat,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.